CLEM POTTS AND THE MOON
not a pleasant sound
combining potts with the moon,
but, farm girls had learned
clem potts, in his rustic way,
was quite the village dreamer
lord of the haystack,
when the field was night-flooded,
the cows all asleep,
was he crooning his love theme -
clem potts, wily moon-schemer
her name, clara june
was the prettiest filly
with clem all aswoon
she’d met clem potts at the fair
where he’d won the ‘dog-eat’ fest
forty chili dogs
the last one nearly come up
he could still taste it
the beans, the hot tomatoes
belch without puke, the test
and, by god, he’d won,
had staved off hurl tornado
stored the big rumble
that churning away inside
mixed with green bile and the rest
he was quoting keats -
the moon-streaked straw in her hair -
thinking not those chili dogs,
about to brush clara’s cheek,
bent on a roll in the hay
clem said, “i love you.”
lord when lips formed the last word
clem’s gut did a flip
and the poor young clara june
turned blue from the blast, then gray
If your name is Potts I must apologize, so too if Clara June.

A ripple in time,
we are here for a moment
like fleeting vapors
in this vast, great universe--
members of a divine God.
Into the night sky
I gaze, awed by space and time
and the wide expanse
of the Milky Way, a dot
among endless galaxies.
They spin and swirl in
a dance in the gaping voids
of space and blackness,
their light coming to us from
a time before our Earth formed.
A ripple in time,
we are here for a moment
like fleeting vapors
in this vast, great universe--
members of a divine Whole.

Tears from yesterday’s
ends in the clouds of both pasts
drowns pain in puddles
as this night’s moon burns through and
bathes a new love’s hope display.
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Contest: Get Romantic
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Visual #2
03.02.15

Nude in front of you
Slapped by bats but kissed by light
Enigmatic scars
No one understands but YOU...
I dream of dreams of moon life...
I pose - you draw me
You take pictures of my soul
Wondering what's wrong...
Sadness... immortality
How much Love I cannot give!
For Tracie's "TANKA ME A MOONLIGHT DREAM... "

The silver moon shines
Shimmering over the sea
Lighting up shadows
Stirring right inside of me
Watching waves drift on the shore
The night sky dances
With the gentle silver face
Holding hands with stars
This scene, my eyes have embraced
Watching life drift in the night
For contest : moonlight dream
By Emma Buckeridge
Tanka form

she waited for him
dark hair blowing in the night
and then he was there
he held her tight against him
their kiss deep and sweet
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March 4, 2015
Tanka
Visual #1
For the contest, Get Romantic, sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
Fourth Place

fire, flying, imagery, life, love, moon, sun,
Not I said she to me
Would I said she of me be
A moth drawn to light
No heat of fool’s gold necklaces
Would make a warming breath singe!
My strong wings will soar
Covering proper distances to sleep
Where true bright light points
Real life’s fortunes will fulfill
My day and night time longings!
I have love to share
And will make that gift hold true
When coupled to take flight
Down inroads and out rides far
Wedded wing to wing bred on tour!

~Moonlight~
(Mirrored Tanka)
Moon in sky so bright
With her heart embraces the night
She dances in light
Her graceful face shows thru clouds
Bares it all high in the sky
Bares it all high in the sky
Her graceful face shows thru clouds
She dances in light
With her heart embraces the night
Moon in sky so bright.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011